Another Uncool Victorian Poem

This is another one of my favorites from my grandmother's poetry book...

Be Strong by Maltbie Davenport Babcock

Be strong!
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift;
Shun not the struggle-- face it; 'tis God's gift.

Be strong!
Say not the days are evil. Who's to blame?
And fold not the hands and acquiesce-- O shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name.

Be strong!
It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day, how long;
Faint not-- fight on! To-morrow comes the song.